I seriously get this question all the time. So, "what do you do all day?!?" Especially in reference to running my small business, I receive blank stares in response when I say I need to set aside hours to "work." Yet, I appreciate this line of questioning, because I'm in the middle of processing what... Continue Reading →

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I decided that the most subversive, revolutionary thing I could do was to show up for my life and not be ashamed. ~Ann Lemmott How aptly that sums up 2017. It was a year of navigating our way through the maze of becoming a family of four, a year of job and living changes, and... Continue Reading →

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Maya Angelou said that "there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you." Virginia Woolf pointed out that "if you don't tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people." Do we believe this? When a story grips us is it because something of real life touches something deep... Continue Reading →

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Since I left my full time position as practice manager at Baby+Co Birth Center, my husband and family have been encouraging me to write more. They know it is an outlet for me, and one day I dream of being the writer who lives by the sea, drinking tea and crafting novels without a care... Continue Reading →

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Click on the links to read To My Husband {Family Letters Part I} and To My Abby {Family Letters Part II}. Micah, Mama has been struggling to write your letter. You are the baby that has taught me something fiercer, something gentler, something braver, something more tender than anything that has come before. I have... Continue Reading →

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{Click here to first read "To My Husband: Family Letters Part I"} Sweet Girl, Today, you turned 3.5 years old. You asked for balloons, a koala to hang Christmas ornaments on (what in the world?!?), and a vanilla bean scone with white icing and your name written on it - in no particular order. You... Continue Reading →

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David, My soul has waited in silence for months now. And that's unusual for me, as you well know. I have always had words. Even if they aren't the right words. Or the finished words. There has always still been words. To process the joys. To whisper together in my dormitory lobby in the wake... Continue Reading →

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My fingers and cuticles are stained a deep pink from hours of manipulating beets. Washing. Scrubbing. Cooking. Peeling. Chopping. Pureeing. Testing. There may be spinach and/or fennel fronds in my teeth, and I'll be sure to check before heading out the door for an afternoon meeting. But my skin is clearing, my snacking includes a... Continue Reading →

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My brain didn't quite emerge from its fog, as Abby appeared in our upstairs bedroom for the umpteenth time last night. My voice had lost its gracious "I'm-the-model-Mama" tone and taken on the "next-person-who-wakes-me-is-going-to-suffer-my-wrath" edge. Micah had already been awake to nurse twice, and my body groaned with the sheer effort of focusing on Abby's... Continue Reading →